Harry looks over at Iain and suddenly understands why Annie calls him the little lord; his face is transformed in happiness, eyes crinkling, dimples appearing in his cheeks. He’s incredibly, stunningly aristocratic when he’s not scowling or hiding behind his hair. Like how Harry pictured Sir Lancelot when he’d play King Arthur all alone down by the pond: his imaginary best friend, the exotic, dark-haired knight of the lake.
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